Chapter 2: The Ink Pool

Ink Dump Pond is a wonderful person.

This person has risen to the top of the rivers and lakes in just three years, and has become one of the few wealthy businessmen at home and abroad. Nowadays, many heroes in the rivers and lakes have received the favor of this person. But those who have seen the ink pouring pool are extremely admired and revered.

Therefore, if the martial arts of young talents are discussed in the rivers and lakes today, other people in the rivers and lakes will not hesitate to say the two great names of North Qiao Feng and South Murong, and then have a dispute, which is superior and which is inferior;

From Wulin Taishan Beidou to the fledgling young people in the rivers and lakes all know this person, which shows that this person is famous and famous.

Soon after the voice of Gu Mozhi fell, there was a burst of flower fragrance coming to the nose, everyone couldn't help but look back, only to see the petals flying all over the sky, the four maids carried the green silk bamboo basket, and kept throwing the petals in the bamboo basket in the air, creating a strange scene of falling flowers and flowers.

Behind the maid is a sedan chair that anyone will feel particularly exquisite, extraordinarily elegant, and extraordinarily magnificent, and four burly men with strong bodies carry the sedan chair and walk towards the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple step by step.

The four strong men walked in unison, and anyone could see that the four strong men were very careful and very serious when carrying the sedan chair, and they were engrossed in trying not to let the sedan chair shake at all, for fear of disturbing the people in the sedan chair.

The eyes of the four strong men were firm and joyful, and it seemed that for them it was not a shameful thing to carry a sedan chair, but a very glorious thing. The martial arts fellow in front of Shaomu Mountain carefully looked at this extremely magnificent scene, and suddenly the crowd didn't know who said: "Hey, aren't they the 'Luo Clan Four Heroes' who are famous in Jingguang and Guangzhou Provinces? How did they fall to the point of carrying a sedan chair for people?"

As soon as these words fell, there were immediately many eyes gathered on the four big men who were carrying a sedan chair at that step, steady as Mount Tai, although these four big men did not carry the unique logo of the "Luo Four Heroes" - the Luo family knife, but there were still many people who recognized these four people as the four famous Luo Shi four heroes in Jingguang.

Luo's four heroes are extremely famous in the rivers and lakes, the four of them were born in the same year, the same month, and the same day, since childhood, the soul is connected, and in the martial arts is quite talented, learned the ancestral knife technique, and finally studied hard, and studied a set of mysterious knife formations, it is said that after the mysterious knife formation was created, they have never been defeated, so the Jing Guang generation is very famous.

Although the four heroes of the Luo family do not say that their family wealth is comparable to that of the country, but their ancestors have quite a lot of land, so they should not be reduced to the point of being the sedan chair driver? For a while, their eyes couldn't help but focus on the sedan chair again.

The curtain covered the door of the car, and also blocked the curiosity of many people present to see the mysterious demeanor of the people in the car.

The sedan chair is newly made, very luxurious and magnificent, and there is no sign to be seen, so for a while everyone can't help scratching their ears and cheeks, speculating about thousands of things, except for one person, that is, the Tubo national teacher Jiu Mozhi. When the sedan chair appeared, a smile overflowed on the solemn and solemn face of Gu Mozhi, and he sighed softly in his heart and said, "It's finally here." Gu Mozhi saluted slightly to Xuan Ci, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, and then walked towards the bottom of Shaolin Mountain.

When there were still about twenty meters away from the sedan chair, the cheerful sound of Gu Mozhi's bell had already sounded, and everyone suddenly trembled all over, and in an instant, their eyes were incomparably hot and fanatical looking at the sedan chair.

"Mo Gongzi, you are finally here, Gu Mozhi has been waiting for a long time. ”

As soon as these words fell, everyone was shocked, and almost no one did not know that the person in the sedan chair was the famous ink pouring pool on the rivers and lakes. Some of the Jianghu people who had received the blessing of the ink pool were stunned for a moment, and they all hurried three steps and two steps towards the sedan chair.

In an instant, a very strange scene was formed at the foot of Shaolin Mountain, the Shaolin abbot led the Shaolin disciples to stand on the stone steps, and a large number of Jianghu people rushed towards the foot of Shaolin Mountain, and there were four big men slowly carrying a sedan chair at the bottom of the mountain, and slowly went up the mountain step by step.

This scene, it seems that the Shaolin Temple of Taishan Beidou has become an outsider who no one cares about at this moment, and the Shaolin disciples looked at each other, and finally came to the wide flat land in front of the Shaolin Mountain Gate under the leadership of the Shaolin abbot.

"Four, please stop. Gu Mozhi's voice sounded, and immediately a magnetic and crisp voice sounded at the same time, and immediately, the four big men also stopped at the moment when the voice sounded, and no one took another step, they slowly and gently put down the sedan chair, and the three of them stood respectfully on one side, and one of them opened the curtain with his hands.

The moment the four strong men put down the sedan chair, the shocking arrogance and unruly eyes that erupted from all over their bodies made everyone even more convinced that these four were the very famous Luo brothers.

A slender young man wearing a light yellow shirt, a long sword hanging from his waist, and holding a folding fan walked out of the sedan chair leisurely, this person's face is like jade, chic and elegant, a pair of eyes are as black as paint, blazing, and the eyebrows exude an extraordinary, outstanding temperament, anyone who sees this person can't help but admire a good handsome son.

Seeing this person, hundreds of heroes gathered at the foot of Shaomu Mountain immediately bowed their hands and said in unison: "I have seen Mo Gongzi of Mo Dumping Pond." The voice pierced through the golden cracked stone, resounding in the sky, although the Gu Mozhi on the side saw this scene without moving, but his heart was also untouched, although he often heard of the gate of the ink pouring pool on the rivers and lakes, but he never thought that a mere businessman would have such a big reputation, attracting so many heroes in the rivers and lakes to bow their heads and pay respect.

But how did Gu Mozhi know that Mo Dump Pool could have such a great reputation, but it was all piled up with mountains of gold and silver. Over the years, the amount of silver taels spent on the rivers and lakes has almost reached a level unimaginable for ordinary people.

After a smile, he walked towards Shaolin abbot Xuan Ci, and said with a smile: "After a farewell for many years, the abbot has become more and more profound, and if Mo talks about Buddhism with the master again, I am afraid that he will be humiliated." ”

Two years ago, when the ink pouring pool was not yet famous, Xuan Ci had met with the ink pouring pool on the demon cliff of the Shaolin Temple, and he had a good impression of this young man who showed a chic spirit in his gestures, and said with a smile in return: "The Mo donor said that he laughed, the donor often has a benevolent heart in his heart, and he is wise and wise, and he has a very high opinion about Buddhism, so why should he be humble." ”

Mo Tingchi smiled, and then exchanged a few polite words with Xuan Ci, and finally got to the point: "This time, I took the liberty to disturb Gai Yin under the entrustment of the Tubo National Teacher, so I took all the people in the rivers and lakes to see the Zen martial arts between Master Gu Mozhi and the Beidou Shaolin Temple of Mount Tai in the Central Plains, so I came." Immediately, Mo Tingchi's words paused slightly, his eyes softened and swept towards the people in the rivers and lakes, and said: "Today, all the heroes are gathered here, Mo is very grateful, but today is not the time for a duel, there are two reasons, first, Shaolin Temple is not fully prepared, second, there are a few friends from all over the world are still on the way, so please wait for another day, in the next has been prepared for you at the foot of the mountain for you, bring tomorrow, how about you come here to see the competition?"

After that, Mo Dump Chi glanced at Gu Mozhi, Gu Mozhi laughed, and said with a smile: "The old man has traveled a long way here, and he is also tired, Mo Gongzi's intention is exactly what the old man wants, and he doesn't feel sorry, but I don't know what Shaolin Temple thinks?"

Immediately, Mo Dump Chi and the others who had already agreed looked at the Shaolin people, at this moment, what else could Shaolin Abbot Xuan Ci say?

As for the visitors from the rivers and lakes who gathered from all directions, they had no complaints when they saw that the ink pouring pool was so thoughtfully arranged.

In the end, everyone ended up peacefully.

Before going down the mountain, someone asked, "Dare to ask Mo Gongzi, where are those friends from the south and the north of the world in your mouth?"

Mo Qianchi smiled slightly: "They are all famous figures in the martial arts, one is Qiao Feng, the leader of the beggar gang, the other is Murong Fu, the son of the Murong family who returns the favor to the other in his own way, and there are also a few friends from overseas barbarian regions." ”

Wouldn't it be a shocking thing if there were no two world-famous young heroes in such a grand event, North Qiao Feng and South Murong? Hearing Mo Tingchi's words, some Jianghu people who were still a little unhappy in their hearts immediately relaxed, and even many people were wondering if these two world-famous young heroes would compete for the length of a day?

If Mo Dump Chi knew about this matter, he would definitely say: No. The reason is that now Murong Fu has already arrived at the foot of Shaolin Mountain, and his words are just to persuade the Jianghu people who gathered in front of the gate of Shaolin Temple.

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